Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is a bounty hunter after your head.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A phial of Billy Bob Thornton's Blood
A Blue Porcelain Teacup manufactured between the years 1948-1950 in Occupied Japan
A necklace made of marathon runner toenails
A sheet of paper with a proof that P=NP
A Sword smithed from iron extracted from the blood of your Enemies
A Mint Copy of Action Comics #2 (not the good one)
A 24kt Gold Ingot
A Space Jam DVD
A speckled blue eggshell, abandoned
A duck-sized horse

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